Fangโs hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. โWhat the heck are you doing?โ โHelping you change your mind,โ he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.
James PattersonThe hardest mysteries to solve are the ones you come to near the end, because there isn't enough evidence, not enough to unravel, unless somehow you can go all the way back to the beginning - rewind and replay everything.
James PattersonPeople always come up to me and say, 'you should do standup.' It's nice to discover things about yourself. That keeps everything lively and fun.
James PattersonDo you know how fast you were going?" Fang looked at the speedometer..."No," he said truthfully. I tagged you at seventy miles per hour,"she said, pulling out a clipboard. I let out an impressed whistle. "Excellent! I never thought we'd be that fast." Fang shot me a look and I put my hand over my mouth.
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